She stole my identity to become a wealthy heiress. As I lay bleeding out and dying, she took my family heirloom, looking down at me with a solemn promise: "I will live a good life for you." But just as she reached the absolute peak of her glamorous new life, I came back from the dead. 1. The Sterling family was gathered in the living room, their expressions a mix of shock and complex emotions. A manila folder of DNA results sat on the coffee table. I sat casually on the sofa, my expression calm, waiting for the final verdict to drop. No one could have ever imagined that the current darling of high society, the beloved Sterling heiress, was nothing but a fraud. A cheap knockoff. Right as the atmosphere peaked in its awkwardness, the door was pushed open. The other main character of this little drama had arrived. The bright smile on her face hadn't yet faded; she was clearly in a fantastic mood. Turning her head and seeing the entire family gathered together, she froze for a second before cheerfully greeting everyone one by one. That is, until her gaze landed on my back. Sensing her stare, the corners of my lips curled up. "Who is this?" she asked, a hint of confusion in her voice. Her question snapped everyone out of their daze. But no one answered her. Or rather, they didn't know how to answer her. They looked at her with complicated expressions, a flash of deep disgust hidden in their eyes. Even her "parents," who had doted on her unconditionally, no longer had any warmth in their gaze. Their expressions were freezing cold as they stared straight at her face. Just as she started to shift uncomfortably, I stood up from the sofa, turned around, and smiled. "Long time no see, Ms. Davis." Before she could even process it, I met her terrified, shrinking gaze and let my smile widen. Chloe Davis instinctively tightened her grip on her designer handbag. She probably never thought she would see me alive again. 2. Five years ago, on my way to reunite with my biological family, I was caught in a horrific car crash and left on the brink of death. She ignored my pleas for help. Instead, she pried the heirloom necklace from my hand and whispered that she would "live a good life for me." But the sickest part? That car crash only happened because I got dragged into her mess. I refused to die like that. My overwhelming will to live caught the attention of a system, which bound itself to me. As long as I completed world-hopping missions, I could earn my resurrection. It was then I learned the truth. Chloe Davis was the female lead of a dark, twisted romance novel. That day, I had accidentally saved her as she was running away from the obsessive, psychotic male lead. But because of her "protagonist halo," she survived the resulting car crash without a scratch, while I—a mere cannon fodder—was left to bleed out. When I reached out for help, she just took my necklace and promised to live my life. She never even thought about calling an ambulance... Later, she altered her appearance just enough, took my heirloom, and claimed my identity, returning to the Sterling family to become the apple of their eye. Yet, she still couldn't escape the psychotic male lead, Damon Vance. She kept telling herself she was "avenging me," but in reality, she was constantly entangled with Damon, deliberately using her doting adoptive youngest uncle to make Damon jealous. Damon was a lunatic. Once the youngest uncle became his target, he was subjected to endless sabotage, eventually having both his legs broken. A proud, brilliant man was dragged straight into the mud. And because the Sterling family refused to let Chloe be with Damon, he destroyed their entire empire, leaving the family ruined and dead. But what happened to Chloe and Damon? Absolutely nothing. Instead, after going through a series of "hardships" and realizing their toxic love for each other, they got their happily ever after. The Sterling family and my life were just stepping stones for their epic romance. 3. But now, right at the beginning of it all, I was back. Without the Sterling family's backing, she was nothing more than a caged bird meant for Damon's twisted games. Staring at my face, Chloe couldn't make a sound for a long time. She had zero defense, because she never factored in the possibility that I could still be breathing. "It's been a few years. I never expected Ms. Davis to actually take my name. You even made your face look a bit like mine..." I took a slow step toward her, feigning surprise. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Smack! A sharp, ringing slap cut off Chloe's pathetic defense, sending her face jerking to the side. "For saving your life, one slap is a bargain, Ms. Davis," I said, rubbing my wrist with a scoff. I saved her out of the goodness of my heart, only to save an ungrateful snake. Chloe closed her eyes in humiliation, her voice turning hoarse. "This slap... I'll count it as what I owe you. Luna Sterling, from now on, we are even." "Mom, Dad, Grandpa... I'm sorry." Chloe bowed deeply to the elders of the family, but they physically stepped back to avoid her. She stiffened. "We only have one child, Luna. We can't accept such a grand gesture from you, Ms. Davis," Mrs. Sterling said, her eyes burning with hatred now that the truth had fully sunk in. The precious daughter she had painstakingly searched for was a fake—and the indirect murderer of her real flesh and blood. "I know whatever I say, you won't forgive me. But these past few years, I truly saw you as my real parents..." Chloe looked at Mrs. Sterling with a wounded expression, desperately trying to find a shred of pity or reluctance. She was disappointed. Aside from disgust and hatred, there was nothing. Suddenly, a commotion erupted at the front door. Someone barged in. "You actually dared to lay a hand on her?!" The furious male voice belonged to Damon Vance. He hadn't left the perimeter. His dark, venomous eyes swept over everyone in the room. 4. "Damon, I'm fine," Chloe said. The second Damon stepped in to shield her, tears welled up in her eyes, as if she finally had someone to pour all her grievances out to. "Did you do this?" Damon immediately locked his suspicious, murderous glare on me, the stranger in the room. I gave him a fearless, easy smile. "So what if I did? Ms. Davis accepted it willingly." My words made Chloe's face go rigid. "You have a death wish!" Damon was enraged. He reached out to choke me. But before anyone in the room could even react, a blur flashed before their eyes. I kicked him square in the chest, sending him flying backward onto the marble floor. You think I did all those system missions for nothing? I had faced psychos way crazier and stronger than Damon. I had learned martial arts, cultivated magic, and killed monsters. Thinking he could bully me just by being a little unhinged? He was dreaming. Damon curled up on the floor, groaning in pain. Chloe rushed to help him, her face full of concern. "Damon, are you okay? Don't scare me!" she cried. Then she pointed her venom at me: "Luna! Don't go too far! I already gave everything in the Sterling family back to you. Why did you have to hurt Damon?!" The resentment in her eyes was practically spilling over. She conveniently ignored the fact that Damon tried to attack me first. "Don't make me laugh, Ms. Davis. The clothes on your back, the jewelry you're wearing, even the ground you're standing on—which of it doesn't belong to the Sterling family?" I sneered, looking down at her. Chloe's face drained of color. She bit her lip, looking down at her designer dress. All her dark, pathetic little thoughts were completely exposed in front of me. "Don't act all high and mighty after leeching off us for years," I said, ignoring her mental gymnastics, and took a step closer. "What are you doing?!" Chloe was on high alert, her shoulders shrinking back involuntarily. By this time, Damon had recovered slightly. He glared at me with pure hatred and cursed, "You bitch!" I laughed coldly and slammed my heel down directly onto his wrist. He broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. 5. "If you can't speak properly, then keep your mouth shut," I said, grinding the toe of my shoe into his wrist. "Ah! Luna Sterling, you bitch! I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Damon's eyes were bloodshot, his expression utterly deranged. Without changing my expression, I applied more pressure. "Stop! Luna, stop! You're going to break his wrist!" Chloe panicked. She could only scream at me to stop, not daring to physically pull me away. She was terrified I would kick her across the room just like I did him. "Mom, please! Please make her stop. I promise Damon and I will never appear in front of you again. Please, Mom..." Unable to stop me, Chloe turned to beg my mother. But Mrs. Sterling simply gave her a cold, flat look before turning away. Chloe's heart went cold. She then threw pleading looks at my father, my older brother, my grandfather, and everyone else in the room. Not a single person stepped up to help her. Just as Chloe fell into total despair, the main doors opened again. A clear, youthful voice, tinged with confusion, rang out. "Do we have guests? Why is it so loud?" Everyone turned to look at the entryway. A teenager walked in, freezing when he saw the chaotic scene. He looked completely lost. To Chloe, he was her saving grace. "Liam! Save me!" she cried beautifully, treating Liam Sterling as her last lifeline. Liam quickly sensed the tension in the room. But this was the "sister" he had lived with for years, so his expression softened. 6. "Sister, what's wrong?" "Liam, she is not your sister." Mrs. Sterling stepped forward and pulled him aside. Liam was stunned. "Your only sister is Luna. This fraud, this ungrateful snake, doesn't deserve to be called your sister." The more Mrs. Sterling thought about it, the more she hated Chloe. Her biological daughter had done a good deed, only to have her identity stolen and be left for dead. If I hadn't come back today, who knows how long they would have been kept in the dark? The faint smile on Liam's face vanished completely. "No, it's not like that... Liam, I just... I just thought..." Chloe's defense was incredibly weak. She didn't know what excuse would sound best. She took my identity because she "feared my family would be sad over my death"? Or because she wanted to "fulfill my dying wish of reuniting with them"? No matter how she spun it, it wasn't exactly a noble act. "Chloe, you don't need to explain anything to him. I'll remember this humiliation. The Sterling family... I won't let a single one of you off!" Damon couldn't stand seeing Chloe beg. He arrogantly threatened everyone in the room. "Are you still tangling with this mad dog?" Liam frowned deeply. He knew Damon. Because Chloe had, on countless occasions, tearfully begged their youngest uncle to protect her so she could escape Damon. Yet, after other people went through hell to help her, she would turn right around and get back together with him. Faced with Liam's questioning, Chloe guiltily looked away. She didn't want to, but in her eyes, Damon was the only person in the world who truly loved her. It was just that his methods were a bit extreme... Looking at her face, I could guess exactly what kind of delusional garbage she was thinking. "You don't even find him repulsive," Liam clicked his tongue in disgust, having zero intention of getting involved. "Liam..." Chloe couldn't believe the younger brother who used to be so close to her could turn on her so quickly. 7. Crack. Everyone's attention was drawn back to the sharp sound. I touched my nose awkwardly. "Sorry, misjudged my strength." Damon's wrist was bent at a horrifying angle. Chloe was paralyzed with fear. I kindly offered some advice: "If you go to the ER now, they can still save it. But if you insist on staying here to throw around threats, I can't guarantee his other hand will be okay." Trespassing in a private residence? I call this justifiable self-defense. Damon and Chloe fled the house looking incredibly pathetic. After they left, the Sterling family held a massive internal meeting. Aside from my youngest uncle who was still overseas on a business trip, everyone attended. My identity was officially confirmed. What surprised me the most was that they didn't act like a stereotypical soap-opera rich family, treating the "wrong daughter" scandal as a humiliation to be swept under the rug. Instead, they threw a massive, glamorous banquet to introduce me to everyone. They proudly announced that I was the real Luna, the sole heiress of the Sterling family. The elite circles accepted it far easier than I imagined. Then again, the guests were all families closely allied with the Sterlings. They wouldn't dare cause drama. At the banquet, I finally met the man I had heard so much about—my youngest uncle, Arthur Sterling. Dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, an elegant smile playing on his lips, he stood out effortlessly in the crowd. Suddenly, someone whispered something in his ear. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, then his gaze shot straight across the room, locking onto me. 8. The moment our eyes met, an unspoken, dark energy passed between us. Intrigued, I smirked and downed the rest of my red wine. I have no idea how Chloe snuck into the banquet. Was it her protagonist halo at work? The moment Grandpa took the stage to officially announce my identity, she was hiding in a corner, her eyes red with tears. I noticed a lingering gaze and casually scanned the room, spotting her instantly. In the original plot, when she returned to the Sterling family as me, there was never a grand, public introduction like this. Maybe it was blood intuition, but Grandpa always had doubts about her identity. But a secret paternity test proved she was a Sterling. Of course, that was all secretly manipulated by Damon. Because of that, when the Sterling family eventually fell, Grandpa was the first loose end Damon eliminated. "Is Ms. Davis here to spectate today?" Since she was here, there was no need to let her hide in the shadows. My voice drew everyone's attention. The crowd instinctively parted, exposing Chloe. "How does she have the nerve to show up?" "Is the Sterling family just letting her off the hook?" "I heard she's still hooking up with that psycho, Damon Vance." "Did she come to crash the party?" The younger guests whispered loudly. Chloe was fully exposed to the public eye. She lacked the radiant, confident aura she had when she was the "Sterling heiress." Dressed in a flimsy white gown, she looked frail and delicate. Standing there quietly, she looked like a wilting white lily. Hearing my words, she bit her lip in humiliation, her eyes red, looking incredibly pitiful. But no one in this room was crazy enough to be Damon Vance. No one was going to step up and play white knight just because she squeezed out a few tears.
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